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Gryf sits at the bar taking long gulps of his beer. They all seem happy to run off again, after all that we went through.

Mulling over the idea while the others seem to wait for his answer all he has to give them is. "I'm not sure i'm truly cut out for all this.." He steps up from the bar moving towards the door. "The time spent with my brother has given me a realisation I belong back with my people, I was young and angry... I still am but I can't set off on something like that. I wish you all good luck on your travels, Friday i'm counting on you to look after them. I'll see you when you get back.." He then turns clearly upset, the pain of leaving such quickly bonded friends the choice was a hard one maybe one he'll always regret.

Sorry to say it but my time spent playing on the boards needs to cut down and that means i'm going to have to leave this game. It was a joy playing with you all and i wish you all the best of luck.

Gryf lumbers up to the bar. "Beer for me Ameiko and whatever these lot want." Sitting on a bar stool he takes a long drink. He then listening along with the others as Haru tells the tale.

"It was an adventure, we saw a lot killed a lot." He says to no one in particular as he downs his drink.

Gryf strides along Valeria, wanting to hand off their prices before they truly start to rot and stink. "They shouldn't be a threat for a long time, the village was wiped clean." He then pulls out the string of ears and the chiefs head. He attempts to count the ear. "We got 12 i believe and the goblin chief head." He piles them on Hemlocks desk.

Was it 12?

@At the cave.

Gryf smiles Haru "Friday and I will be able to carry it." He moves to start filling the chest more as his brother talks of a burial. "This cave will be their tomb."

@Through the swamp.

"This took quite a turn, I didn't expect anything more than Goblins." He rubs the back of his head, looking around at the group most he didn't know before all this but now he considers them friends. "It was an honour to fight with you all."
@town

Gryf holds up the string of goblin ears and the chefs head, triumphantly. "We have all returned! We defeated the goblin village and return with some spoils from an old haunted cave!" He adds the last part to spice up the story.

Gryf never trusted spirits or undead before and he hasn't decided to now, weapon still gripped between his hands. "It is done.." Slinging the Axe on his back, he steps towards the now truely dead warrior. "This all has to do with Ameiko? Our job is done the undead wont hurt anyone but.. we have stumbled on to something bigger here."

Gryf throws his touch on the floor gripping his axe in both hands and readying it to swing. He hears all the talking but still doesn't trust this Tsutamu he waits to hear what else he says but doesn't take his eyes off the skeletons.

Gryf bares his teeth, moving over to the skeletons and slamming down into the corpses.

Gryf will follow the undead footprints.

Gryf studies the tracks for a moment.

Track: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

If he picks them up he will follow if he find nothing else he will continue to move deeper into the cave. "Let's keep moving."

Gryf huffs at the water, striding through it and only just retaining his balance he doesn't show his near fall though. "Let me check up ahead while we wait for the others." He look at Haru.

only move down like 10/15 feet.

Gryf continues forward kicking one of the skeletons heads into the pool of water. "They seem dead for good now, let's keep pushing on" He then continues forward.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Gryf sniffs the dank air. "A bad place this.." He swings his torch around trying to spot anyone in the darkness. "We follow the tracks." Pointing to the left. "Let's get this done." He then moves forward again axe at the ready.

Gryf looks into the cave, a face of determination washes over him again. Taking out a torch he lights it holding it and his axe. "There's going to be undead in here, we followed them all the way from the goblin camp so keep your eye's sharp. We move fast and taken them down before they can hurt anyone." He looks around at the group then begins to steps into the cave.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18As soon as i enter the cave.

Gryf get up as he hears the others break down the camp. Sitting up he takes a large drink of water washing away the drowsiness. "Let's get back on the trail." He then slings his axe back on his shoulder and moves to continue tracking with his brother.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Thank you brother." He nods taking a long drink from his waterskin.

I guess we're all ready to move it on.

Gryf nods at Haru. "They sound very lovely, they raised a brave and lovely daughter." He smiles at Haru, you can tell now the day is finally catching up to him as his eyes star to get heavier as he listens too Haru.

Gryf closes his eyes as Haru speaks, her soothing voice relaxing him and he always loved stories of faraway lands.

"Thank you for that Haru, that was quite the story. I always loved to hear tales from my mother and the druids. Where are your parents now? Still in Magnimar?"

Sitting down he starts to bind some of his wounds and taking long sips of his canten. As he hears Haru softly sing he sighs the song sweat and relaxing it reminds him of his mother, how she would sing him and his brother to sleep. "So all this.." He points to the ship. "All this is from your homeland? I don't know much of Tian, would you tell me? it would take my mind of these wounds."

Gryf turns and is about to encourage them to move on but he turns to quickly and feels the broken rib dig into his side. "Ahh... Yes maybe we should rest, i think it's better if we camp here i don't want to waste time heading back to town." He limps back over to the ship and sits leaning against it. "My wounds aren't that bad but a little rest won't hurt." You see a different side to Gryf now he's clearly trying to hide his injuries, but it less bold than he normally would be.

Sorry Jaded i thought i did but couldnt find that.

"We still have the skeleton tracks leading southwest of the shipwreck, if we're going to get to the bottom of this we should leave no and continue on." He moves to point out the tracks to everyone and point on to where they will head.

Dragging the box out he plants it in front of Valeria and Haru, then moves back letting them search through the box. "I don't know brother, try and work out why the mindless undead do anything is beyond us.

Did we look for any more tracks around the ship?

Slinging his axe on his back, Gryf wince at the pain in his ribs. He grips them instinctively, moving slowly to join his brother and Haru he looks at what she's spotted. "I'll be ok brother, hopefully we find something of use." Moving close he spots the piles of timbers and beings to move them out of the way.

Gryf looks at Friday expecting him to get up on his own he see's it's more serious than he thought. Moving over to him he watches his brother heal his wounds. "I didn't know.. is he ok Marten? Will he get up?"

With nothing left to hit, Gryf starts to take deep breaths as he settles the storm down. With the mist all but gone he cuts away at the vines around him and limps back to the group. "I'm a little cut up." He pulls back his arm showing the wound in his side. "Any of you able to help?"

8/22

Gryf continues his assault on the skelintons ignoring the roots gripping at him, he swings his axe at the undead's chest.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 9
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 16

14/28

Gryf feels each slash as blood seeps out of his wounds. His anger takes over him as he howls out the ought gritted teeth.

atack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17
damage: 1d12 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18

14/28

Gryf raring for a fight moves forward showing no fear, the undead were always a mark on nature's beauty and he will be happy to put them down.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d12 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 19

"Storms are powerful things, It could be possible." He muses for a moment.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Gryf then moves around the clearing trying to pick up any tracks he can. "We'll find out if they did, they arnt the best at hiding their tracks."

Gryf frowns as he looks over the ship. "Same as the other one, but this one is a lot more worse for wear. Do you think there's anything for value in there?" Gryf moves around looking for an easy way in.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Gets grunts at Valeria, softening his harshness. "I suppose.." He then sharply turns to Xel. "Speaking of killing I still have plenty of that left in me, that rat thing didn't tired me out so watch yourself."

"If down thing killed her it was the rats and we pull them all down even that big ugly one." He says as he starts to clean his axe.

"What does it matter how.. it died. It's dead, we should move on i don't think we'll find anything else around here." Gryf turns and begins to walk away from the others.

"A good kill, that vermin through to catch us unaware." Gryf takes a quick look around the room, if nothing else attacks them or stands out to be investigated more he will more to search the rest of the house.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Seeing his brother struggle, Gryf steps up to the door and begins to push it open.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Gryf looks at Marten and nods. "Let's get outside. Marten is right, any fighting in here and we likely hurt ourselves more. " He then begins to leave. "If they won't come out we'll bring the place down on their heads from outside."

Gryf moves into the shack, The smell of mold and damp hit him as he walks deep with axe ready to swing at anything he see's.

Move to the back to J3

Same here for 23 - I'll aid friday for total of 26

Gryf takes a step back and then runs are the door bring his shoulder down to slam into it.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Gryf points his axe at the big shack. "I guess we have some unfinished business if it belonged to anyone it they would be there in their." Gryf then moves toward the shack and opens the door, ready to smash it open if it doesn't budge.

Since we've spotted a familiar this might come up now. Disruptive Bloodrage (Su) - At 1st level, the DC to cast spells defensively increases by 2 for enemies within your threatened area.

Gryf moves towards the creature not caring why it's here or what it is, the fact it even tried to take a bite out of his brother makes him more angry at the ugly thing.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d12 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Stepping over it he raises his axe high and brings it down hard on the creature.

Gryf shudders from the screech, but continues to hack away at the rats.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20

AS he slices anther rat in half he looks around briefly. "What was that screech?!" He shouts.

Frustrated as his missed attack, Gryf brings his axe up high and swings down attempting to cleave the rat in two.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20
Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 = 10
Damage: 2d12 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (12, 6) + 16 + 2 = 36

With dead on aim he slices the rat to pieces.

Happy Birthday Jadecat!

Gryf seeing the fight kick off, moves close to the shed with the front blocked up he moves around to the side. Spotting the group of rats he swing out at one he can reach.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d12 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Can i attack through the broken wall on the right?

Gryf eyes up the shack, slowly stepping forward. "A place to get out of the rain and rest?" He then slowly walks toward the shack. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" He shouts out.

Gryf shakes his head at the conversation between Friday and Xel. "It's like being back at the circle" He mutters as he stands, stepping out into the rain. He feels it hit his body an almost cleansing feeling.

"Undead... bane of the living. We can't let them walk around the swamp, if they somehow made their way to Sandpoint a lot would die. We can turn in the bounty later, let's track them." He start to pack his gear and sling his axe over his shoulder. Then moves to help with the tracking.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Gryf helps his brother up and follows him to find the others.

"I agree, we're all still pretty beat up and nothing should come around here for a few days till they figure out all the goblins are dead. We'll be safe." He then begins to build a fire and prepare some food.

After dealing with the dirty work of gathering the goblin ears, Gryf notices the hairpin in Harus hair and barges in on HAru's and Fridays exchange. "More Tien items? It seems they must did raid that ship. That hairpin should bring us a nice amount of gold." He then looks over the others items as he begins to pack them up.

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later

Just the mention of it and Gryf feels it at the pit of his stomach again, his hatred for his brother and the druid circle. "You know why i left brother. That wound was deep and it will never fully heal..." He grits his teeth. "But this is not how mother would want us... Spending time with you again i feel my senses heightening i feel my muscles stronger. Our bond only makes us stronger together." He then presents his hand, a peace offering. [b]"Let the ocean wash away our hostilities

Rolling his shoulders he tries to work out the kinks, swinging his axe he nods making sure everything still works. "It was do or die. We survived, thats all that matters now." He looks around at the group. "We were bloodied in battle together, i wouldn't have ask for a better group to go into battle with. Now let's start to claim our rewards."

Striding over to Gutwad and picking up the limb body of the goblin chief he places him back on his throne and in one clean slice of his axe his head is decapitated. It bounces and rolls along the bloodied floor. "Now for some ears!"

Sorted my level up nothing really to report

+8 hp

+1BAB
+1 Fort
Survival/knowledge nature/perception

Gyrf winces as he hears his brother calling out his name, Awake but still bruised and beat from the goblins attacks, he sees the beautiful image of Haru looking over him, a better sight than the goblins. "Haru, thank you for healing me i thought i was a gonner wounds. I owe you." He places a hand on her shoulder and nods.

Then quickly he attempts to get up. "Marten?" He calls out as he turns to look for his brother, The pain ripping through him. "Marten are you ok? i saw the goblins take you down.. i fell just after. But it's not our day today."